Page 83 of Serpent King's Revenge

“Mmhm,” she gasped. Jesus, I was barely touching her and I could already see how turned on she was. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen. Her nipples had pebbled beneath her shirt, giving me a clear view.

“Do you want to suck my cock?” I asked. “You’re fucking hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she nodded, wincing at the sensation when I pulled her hair again. “Please–”

I stood at the edge of the bed, looked down at where she was sitting. Her hips moved slowly, grinding against the mattress. “Stop that,” I ordered. “You don’t come for anyone but me.”

“Yes…”

“Now take off your clothes, Abby.”

She did as she was told, as quickly as possible. First her shirt came off, then she was leaning back to take off her leggings. She had on this lacy, sheer number underneath the tee, her nipples practically poking through the lace, and I chuckled. “Leave that on,” I said before she could take it off. “I want to play with you…and you look like a fucking slut half-dressed like that.”

Her breath hitched at my words, and she stared up at me, unmoving. Well…she was moving a little–trembling in anticipation, hanging on every word. I loved how it felt to be like this–Abby half-naked in my bed, me fully dressed.

There was a time when this had been the only way to fuck her that felt safe. A time when I had to protect my soul, hide it away.

Now, it was a game.

…and I was going to have fun with her.

I moved closer to her, tilted my head toward my waist. “Take it out,” I said.

Abby’s hands shot up to my fly, unbuttoned, unzipped. Her tongue slid along her lips as she locked eyes with me, and I groaned when my cock fell heavy out of my open jeans when she pulled down my boxers. Her eyes darted to my cock, then back to me…

…then she was swallowing me as far as she could.

“Fuck,” I cursed, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Fuck yes…”

Her tongue moved along my shaft; I felt myself bottom out at the back of her throat.

“Go on, petal,” I whispered. “Make me come all over that pretty face.”

Abby’s breath left her in a harsh gasp–then she started to stroke me where her lips couldn’t reach, moving her head back and forth. Her eyes glistened and saliva dripped off her lower lip. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Gorgeous, and deadly, and the most dangerous woman I’d ever met…and my toy.

“You want me to fuck your throat, Abby?” I asked. “Choke on it, petal.”

She nodded around my cock, moaned, began to grind her hips. I wanted her to get off, too. wanted her to get off just from sucking my cock.

“Fuck your fingers, Abby,” I commanded. “Play with yourself. I want to know how good you can suck my cock while you’re coming on your hand.”

“Nathan,” she choked out around my shaft. “Fuck–”

Her fingers were between her legs now, strumming her clit, pushing inside. She sucked me harder, faster. I wanted to come on her face, on her tits, on that cute lacy bra…

But I wanted to be inside her more.

In one fluid movement, I yanked her up by her hair, turned her and shoved her to the bed. Her ass was in my hands in a heartbeat, and I raised my right hand and spanked her hard. She cried out, breasts swaying beneath her.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” I snarled. “My dirty little toy…”

“Yes!” she cried out. Fuck, we were making a racket; I was sure everyone in the warehouse could probably hear us, but I didn’t give a damn. “I’m yours!”

“Say it again,” I growled. “Mine.”

“Yours, all yours,” she purred. The words came out in a rhythmic chant. “Fuck me, Nathan…please fuck me.”

My cock glided along her seam, found her dripping wet. “Did you already make yourself come when you were sucking my cock?” I asked. “If not…”

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